"I like strawberries, but they don't like me," Fred Roberts said. He already was anticipating how sorry he'd feel after all the eating.

There were boxes of fresh strawberries for sale, and big chocolate-covered ones, too.

"This is good," said one teenage girl to another, taking a bite of her chocolate-covered strawberry.

"Yeah it is," her companion agreed. Walking along a path, between displays of all kinds of crafts, you could catch whiffs of kettle corn and something fried.

People browsed over pillows, pottery, wood crafts, framed artwork and things for the garden, while antique, 1928-to-1931 Fords from the Citrus Model A's club paraded into a field between the craft booths, honking their old-style horns.

"Cool, look at the old truck!" said one boy.

Jean Roberts likes how they put the hay bales out at this festival because you can always find a place to sit.

The hay's part of the atmosphere, too. She said, "It's country out here, you know."

The Roberts had been to another strawberry festival before, two to three years ago. It was too crowded, like a carnival, Jean Roberts said.